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Patience was a virtue, or so Irish heard. Many an enemy in history supposedly fell when they let anxiety and anger overtake them, only to end up dying because of it. While Irish himself was not a believer of the phrase, he nevertheless let caution and analysis drive his actions, and never gave in to the desire to rush out like a suicidal idiot. Considering the many times it saved his life, he promised to himself that he would always be cautious in whatever he did.

"SHINONONO!"

A promise he was unfortunately breaking.

When Irish was dragged here, kicking and screaming even when he could barely see, he knew there was a possibility of him dying if he didn't cooperate. But he didn't care about. He stopped caring about his own life long ago, and his anger was the only thing keeping him going right now.

Across from him, he could see her. Shinonono Tabane, the famed inventor of the IS. She was a polarizing figure: Many looked up to her, some feared her, and everyone wanted to know about her. Irish was none of these. What he felt for her was hate, pure unbridled fury and loathing. He would've given up everything just for the chance to kill her.

And he was going to get his wish.

She was defenseless, or at least she appeared to be. While others might see her ignorance of him as careless or ignorance, it wasn't. It wasn't due to ignorance that she didn't pay attention to him, but out of simple lack of caring about him. He barely registered as ablip to her, whether as a threat or as an ally. There were only three people she cared about, and he wasn't one of them.

A fact that he was all too willing to use to his advantage. Despite the fact that he was outright yelling at her, she seemed to have no idea he was even there, continuing to tap on the holographic console with a manic glee at her latest project. Irish smirked inwardly and pulled out his knife. Over half of it had been destroyed, but the remaining half was enough. Enough to pierce into her flesh and drive the life out of her body.

He stood up. Despite his body begging him to sit down and let himself heal, he stood up. He could see the blood from his arms dripping onto the floor in quick drops, the suit trying and failing to restore hos body to working condition before he collapsed. It was futile. He needed proper medical attention, and he sincerely doubted he would get it here of all places.

He walked forward slowly before breaking into an all out run. The distance between the two of them wasn't massive, but he wanted to finish this- NEEDED to finish this before he collapsed and fainted again. Every footstep sent his head reeling and the urge to vomit increased the closer he got. He suppressed them all. This was his one and only chance of doing that which he had longed for, for 8 years.

He sprinted the last legs of the attack, his footsteps echoing all over the chamber as they clambered against the metallic floor. Just when he was within striking distance of her, he raised up the knife, taking a moment to relish in the fact that he would finally succeed, and brought it down hard on her.

Or so he thought.

What echoed all over the small room was not the sound of flesh being torn from bone, but of metal clashing against metal. Irish stared, wide eyed, as the knife was stopped just a couple of inches from the mad scientists neck by a metallic claw.

"What....." He stared at the white claw, unable to react as it grabbed his knife and crushed it mercilessly between its metallic fingertips. He could feel the shards of metal explode outwards and dig itself into his arm, rendering him even more injured and useless than before.

"No one shall hurt Tabane-sama."

He didn't cry, nor did he scream. He simply glared at the source of the voice. Kuu stared back at him, her face completely neutral even as specks of his blood ran against her cheek. The 13 year old girl found nothing alien or surprising about killing or injuring others, a similarity she and Irish shared.

Irish pulled back his left hand and attempted to punch her, an action which was met by another metallic claw grasping his remaining appendage. He could feel her strong grip on his arm, unwilling to let him go lest he try harm her beloved Mother again. He still didn't say anything, only taking deep breaths and trying in vain to remove her hold on him.

".....Sorry." Kuu pulled her left hand back and punched him in the stomach. Irish felt bile rise to his throat as he was pushed forcefully away from his target and back into the opposite wall through the simple attack. His stomach area was bleeding heavily from the strike, and yet again the suit did its best to repair it and make sure he lived.

"......I'll kill you....." Irish breathed out weakly, "......Or you kill me....." His vision was tainted red. Blood dripped slowly down from his forehead and back onto the white floor. He could taste blood through his mouth and he could feel it dribbling down his chin every time he breathed. Every part of his body ached and bled and even his white hair was covered in the coppery liquid. He would die if he kept going.

Across from him, Kuu just sighed. A small, almost invisible frown touched her lips before she went back to her normal neutral expression. Without another word, she nodded and readied herself. She had to defend her most precious person at all costs.

After much re-thinking and watching Halo 4, I think I'm going to re-vamp the Minerva abit more and remove the ability to fly. More like it'll have thrusters for long-distance jump-jetting and also acting as reverse boosters when the Minerva is skydiving.

Then again, most real robot-types don't have the ability of sustained flight without the assistance of a flight unit...

Psst... add wheels to it so you can go Code-Geass (just in case you want to add flight system later... you can put that as upgrades)

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Anything can be used as a weapon, you just have to be violent and stupid enough to try. If you really want to show peace, then characters need to stop looking at a brooch and imagining how to slit someone's throat with it.

The character see a knife-shape brooch as a brooch the problem is: Some males are so desperate that consider using that brooch as anti-IS weapon.

I think I will just scrapped that idea and just make a joke out of it...

One of the best and and realistic fights I've seen. Well as realistic as anime goes. Saw the whole film from a few years ago actually. You can learn some pretty neat ways to fight with a sheathed sword from him =))

Patience was a virtue, or so Irish heard. Many an enemy in history supposedly fell when they let anxiety and anger overtake them, only to end up dying because of it. While Irish himself was not a believer of the phrase, he nevertheless let caution and analysis drive his actions, and never gave in to the desire to rush out like a suicidal idiot. Considering the many times it saved his life, he promised to himself that he would always be cautious in whatever he did.

"SHINONONO!"

A promise he was unfortunately breaking.

When Irish was dragged here, kicking and screaming even when he could barely see, he knew there was a possibility of him dying if he didn't cooperate. But he didn't care about. He stopped caring about his own life long ago, and his anger was the only thing keeping him going right now.

Across from him, he could see her. Shinonono Tabane, the famed inventor of the IS. She was a polarizing figure: Many looked up to her, some feared her, and everyone wanted to know about her. Irish was none of these. What he felt for her was hate, pure unbridled fury and loathing. He would've given up everything just for the chance to kill her.

And he was going to get his wish.

She was defenseless, or at least she appeared to be. While others might see her ignorance of him as careless or ignorance, it wasn't. It wasn't due to ignorance that she didn't pay attention to him, but out of simple lack of caring about him. He barely registered as ablip to her, whether as a threat or as an ally. There were only three people she cared about, and he wasn't one of them.

A fact that he was all too willing to use to his advantage. Despite the fact that he was outright yelling at her, she seemed to have no idea he was even there, continuing to tap on the holographic console with a manic glee at her latest project. Irish smirked inwardly and pulled out his knife. Over half of it had been destroyed, but the remaining half was enough. Enough to pierce into her flesh and drive the life out of her body.

He stood up. Despite his body begging him to sit down and let himself heal, he stood up. He could see the blood from his arms dripping onto the floor in quick drops, the suit trying and failing to restore hos body to working condition before he collapsed. It was futile. He needed proper medical attention, and he sincerely doubted he would get it here of all places.

He walked forward slowly before breaking into an all out run. The distance between the two of them wasn't massive, but he wanted to finish this- NEEDED to finish this before he collapsed and fainted again. Every footstep sent his head reeling and the urge to vomit increased the closer he got. He suppressed them all. This was his one and only chance of doing that which he had longed for, for 8 years.

He sprinted the last legs of the attack, his footsteps echoing all over the chamber as they clambered against the metallic floor. Just when he was within striking distance of her, he raised up the knife, taking a moment to relish in the fact that he would finally succeed, and brought it down hard on her.

Or so he thought.

What echoed all over the small room was not the sound of flesh being torn from bone, but of metal clashing against metal. Irish stared, wide eyed, as the knife was stopped just a couple of inches from the mad scientists neck by a metallic claw.

"What....." He stared at the white claw, unable to react as it grabbed his knife and crushed it mercilessly between its metallic fingertips. He could feel the shards of metal explode outwards and dig itself into his arm, rendering him even more injured and useless than before.

"No one shall hurt Tabane-sama."

He didn't cry, nor did he scream. He simply glared at the source of the voice. Kuu stared back at him, her face completely neutral even as specks of his blood ran against her cheek. The 13 year old girl found nothing alien or surprising about killing or injuring others, a similarity she and Irish shared.

Irish pulled back his left hand and attempted to punch her, an action which was met by another metallic claw grasping his remaining appendage. He could feel her strong grip on his arm, unwilling to let him go lest he try harm her beloved Mother again. He still didn't say anything, only taking deep breaths and trying in vain to remove her hold on him.

".....Sorry." Kuu pulled her left hand back and punched him in the stomach. Irish felt bile rise to his throat as he was pushed forcefully away from his target and back into the opposite wall through the simple attack. His stomach area was bleeding heavily from the strike, and yet again the suit did its best to repair it and make sure he lived.

"......I'll kill you....." Irish breathed out weakly, "......Or you kill me....." His vision was tainted red. Blood dripped slowly down from his forehead and back onto the white floor. He could taste blood through his mouth and he could feel it dribbling down his chin every time he breathed. Every part of his body ached and bled and even his white hair was covered in the coppery liquid. He would die if he kept going.

Across from him, Kuu just sighed. A small, almost invisible frown touched her lips before she went back to her normal neutral expression. Without another word, she nodded and readied herself. She had to defend her most precious person at all costs.

The inevitable fated fight of revenge.

Nothing wrong I can say, as good as usual standard. Clearly, you're doing a good job able to keep your writing style consistent even across different fics.

As for Heel o' Wheel (and variations), indeed it's a common Real Robot trope. Good for moving fast without being ridiculously fast, and gave plenty of options when fighting in cramped spaces.

That aside, whether flight capable or not, speed is the key for I.S.-verse combat, notice that Canon!Laura's Panzerkanonne module (the equivalent of walking fortress) is an epic fail design, mainly because it could not use AIC somehow.

In both of my Fanon, all I.S. can fly, just that some of them are so bad at it and better not flying at all. However, that's means offensive close combat is difficult if the enemy is designed to fly.

Well it'll be uninteresting if the Minerva could replicate all of an IS' capabilities on its own(Not that it doesn't have the potential to be a match against one at the hands of a skilled pilot).

Imagine the Minerva in a form of the Spartan's MJLONIR Powered Armor only with the helmet shaped like the head of a Shiranui Second.

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Originally Posted by agetreme

Psst... add wheels to it so you can go Code-Geass (just in case you want to add flight system later... you can put that as upgrades)

I would but Inami's already a fast runner on his own(Five years training). Make no mistake though, he's not Usain Bolt.

EDIT: Scene for abit of techwank/past talk

Spoiler for Jinrai:

“How are the modules coming, Jinrai?”

Gerald greets the engineer in the hangar bay who’s working on what appears to be a winged sub-flight unit with a wide, long container attached on top.

“All’s good, Gerald. I’m just tweaking the autopilot system on the Type One.”

The flight unit is attached to Jinrai’s laptop via a series of cables plugged into ports under a concealing panel. As Jinrai resumes typing configurations into the laptop, Gerald kneels next to him and looks at the screen that’s completely filled with programming codes and a network of selection buttons which points to the different parts of the Type One sub-flight unit. Stunned at the complicated array of codes littered all over the screen, Gerald rolls his eyes to Jinrai.

“How are you even keeping up with this…?”

“Same way I always do, passion. Just like how it was with the Minerva, which is one of my finest masterpieces yet.”

“You’ve made other equipment?”

Jinrai nods and pauses to recall memories of his past then resumes typing.

“Back when I was a weapons engineer in the military, I did not have the liberty of making my own equipment and instead… I was required to build equipment proposed by the higher-ups. It was fine for the first few projects but it got complicated when the military proposed for next-gen equipments like particle beam-based weaponry. Ironically, that was also the time where I developed the best equipment for military use.”

“What were they?”

“Hmm… Let see…”

Jinrai’s hardly shows any signs of stopping as his fingers are still typing on the keyboard. The screen shows the silhouettes of the Type One flight unit transforming into an alternate mode and mounting itself onto the Minerva’s back.

“Particle cutters, big but not bulky machinery used to free people that are trapped in vehicles, very useful for breaching blast doors too. Then there’s particle thruster for vehicle propulsion. However, the first models weren’t very efficient until we realized that the particles needed to be dense enough to be able to propel the object.”

“Guess it would be accurate to say that you applied past experience into developing the Minerva?”

“Yeap! As I said, the Minerva is my finest masterpiece yet. It may not be as advanced as the Infinite Stratos exoskeleton units but it can be, and it is, much deadlier than them.”

“…I don’t suppose that’s also one of your agendas in developing the Minerva?” Gerald strokes his chin and notices the container mounted on the sub-flight unit as Jinrai sighs.

“Hypocritical isn’t it, Gerald?”

“What is?”

“Someone used to tell me… Mankind is oblivious. They are bent on developing better weapons that they didn’t realize the ultimate weapon already exists; Mankind itself.”

“Sounds about right.” Gerald grunts as he gets up and places his hands on the sides of his waist. He looks down to the laptop screen where he catches a glimpse of a silhouette of the mounted container which apparently houses an object labeled as [TYPE-02]. Jinrai enlarges the container’s silhouette on the screen which reveals the Type Two as a long, wide sword-type weapon with a very long hilt and a ring-shaped handle between where the hilt meets the blade.

“Type Two is a sword…?”

“That will be the Type Two ‘Sen No Nami’ buster sword.”

“Wave of the thousands, huh?”

“Hits as hard as it name would imply. With enough speed, it’ll cleave through ten logs like thin air and anything hard enough to not get cleaved will be greeted with an impact force comparable to that of several tsunami waves pounding against your bare body.”

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"You cannot be bad at watching a movie. You cannot be bad at listening to an album.
...But you can be bad at playing a videogame, and the game will punish you and deny you access to the rest of the videogame."

I realized that if I stick to the design that the ranged weapon of Byakushiki Setsura would be a sort of magnetic field slingshot of barrier void energy... it would be plausible for something like that to occur. The only drawback ever would be the lack of energy to actually perform something like that since Return to Zero(IS class/version of an EMP) practically drains Byakushiki down to basic functions level reserves of energy.

I dunno, the closest thing I have to that is Lun's Quantum Wave Scrambler, and it's more like Video Game-kind of EMP in that they only stop I.S. function momentarily or at least reduce it (it'll destroy conventional or unprotected electronic completely though). It's also less a weapon and more like a variable focus projector, can affect either designated area (like a flashlight) or making a complete sphere (like a lantern).

Energy consumption is linear to it's overall effectiveness, so when set at low power with high focus, it can last long. It's less of gamebreaker unless used in team battles though, being Image Interface system and all.

I had this idiotic scenario when Ichika actually engages RtZ. In the case where everyone is used to having the standard shield guarding for them, they don't give as much effort to dodge anymore so their senses are dulled. As opposed to Ichika who's been forced to fight not depending on his shield since its paper thin anyway. The result is him pawning everyone with just his 6 solid state Yukira and 10 Setsura Claw Wakizashis :/